Trauma (DSaF Fanfiction [Angst])

Chapter 1 - Welcome home

TW - Alcohol, Swearing(?)

Jack drives home in his car with Peter, they both stare ahead not wanting to talk. Jack parks the car and sits there looking at nothing. Peter gets out and heads inside to try and drink away his feelings. He looks back before heading inside but Jack just has his head on the steering wheel. Jack sits there not wanting to move or think, he sits there for two minutes before deciding to go inside and drink as well. Jack walks in holding his head while Peter sits at the table drinking. He sits down and Peter looks up at him looking with tired eyes despite having a phone for a head. Peter passes a bottle and Jack drinks it despite also having a phone for a head. They sit there in silence until Peter clears his throat, Jack puts the bottle down.

"Hey, uh Jack I—"

"We don't need to talk about it." Jack answers angrily and agitated, cutting Peter off.

"But Jack I really think—"

"I said we don't need to fucking talk about it!" Jack shouts as he stands up, looking at Peter with anger. He stands there breathing heavily before sitting back down and taking another sip of his drink.

"It's been a long day, I-i think I'm gonna go to bed. I'll see you in the morning Jack...." Peter speaks monotonously as he gets up from the table to head to his room.

"I'm sorry." Jack answers as Peter walks past.

"I know...." Peter pauses before going upstairs and looks at Jack, contemplating. He turns back and goes up the stairs to his room. Jack sits at the table alone, looking at the photos of him and his family. He looked at all of them together, they looked so happy. He holds his head as he looks down just wishing all this never happened, that all those happy faces were still alive. Jack turns his head to the side and sees two eyes gleaming out the window, he followed him home again. A faint upset voice comes from behind the glass but Jack ignores it. He closes the blinds and heads upstairs, he just wanted to drink rather than think about it but sleeping was probably a better thing to do. Jack did have work in the morning so he should appear somewhat presentable. His room looked small and dull, grey walls and floors with a pale blue bed. Jack looks out his window as he sits on the bed in his desolate room. He wants to just jump out the window and end it all but a feeling within his heart won't let him. Jack just puts his head on the pillow, sleeping with a phone for a head was weird but he'd gotten used to it after the first couple of years. He stares up at the ceiling and tries to not even think as small spiders move across his line of sight.

Tomorrow is another day.

Extra little authors note - So if you couldn't tell already but this is an alternative universe where Jack also becomes a Phoney but he does still remember everything, he's the one who tells Peter the whole truth or at least most of it. Hope you like it and I'll write more nonetheless because I really like this fangame and its characters. Also, don't worry there will be more Dave Miller (The reason I mention last names is that.... well you'll see).